OOC: Wrong! Mymeara > Altansar, at least when it comes down to stealth AND firepower their specialty is Shadow Spectres and their Pheonix Lord is also a Shadow Spectre. It is like Ulthwe having their super duper Farseer. It's their specialty, no warlock from another craftworld can TRULY compete with an ulthwean ; at least if they have the same age. It's just the way the train..... It's like.... Space Wolf Assault vs. Ultramarine Assault ; the SW simply wins if both are same age / similar experience. "You are too far on the Dark Reaper path to recognize any other means. I in fact completed two other aspect shrines already. My first was the one of an eagle pilot. I also saw and felt different until I learned that there are other and more things you have to learn. And in fact, I knew a Dark Reaper who did not only seeked the death of the enemies, but rather the opposite... Life for the Reapers allies." Zu'ark started, putting a hand on the Reaper to stop him. "I am not as wise as I wished I am, but your ways disturb me. Hunt is not all about death, hunt is about getting your prey where you desire it to be. So on your way back... Try to not fall in one of my traps I laid while I followed you." That said, the Shadow Spectre took his own path back into the 'briefing hall'.
"Ahhhh! brother!" He groaned "Alas the sorcerer has returned and nearly destroyed my mind, he took the farseer that way!" He pointed in the direction the of the reapers quarters: "Go! Before he can escape! GO!"
OOC can you guess which Phoenix Lord hails from Altansar? and come on, can't you see what I'm doing? "I disturb you? Good, that was my intention," he smiled while continuing playing with his knife. "There is only Death, nothing more, nothing else, and once you finally realize it, you will understand me." Once Spectre turned around, Razauil continued moving down his preset path, wondering who else might jump in front of him.
OOC: Can't you see what I am doing? A net fell from the ceiling upon the Dark Reaper. "Told you hunting is all about where you want your prey to be. And there is something besides death what you should feel right now... Embarrassment." Zu'ark said over the communication device, having a smirk as he continued his own path to the briefing chamber.
Elysavar stared at Saruhai, jaw slightly dropped at this surprise. Slowly he started to chuckle, before breaking into a full laugh. "Come then, brother!" He boomed, grabbing the Dragon by his shoulders, "Let's destroy the foul being together and save the Farseer! I'll serve you drinks afterwards!"
OOC how could a net fall on me if I went the other way I came? Unless you ran faster than me, came in front, placed a trap and managed to stay hidden all the time. Well I have some kind of traits as well As the net started falling, Reaper moved slowly, not looking up at all. Once the net was about to hit him, he showed that his Venom knife is not just for show. With a single strike he cut it in-flight, ropes falling around him harmlessly. "If only you were right," he smiled as he continued down the corridor.
"Too smart it seems, I once fooled a warlock with something similar, he wasn't very happy when it turned out the kommando nob I had sent him to chase was a giant toad!" Saruhai laughed along with him and walked with the other dragon to find a suitable place for refreshments
"Hah!" Elysavar chuckled, if were going down this road then, "Well I once told the guards of a hundred Imperial Baneblades flying outside our craftworld. Turns out they were not much for jokes and roused the entire Craftworld's security and called in all available vessels. All this by a slight joke." He looked at the refreshments and none of them seemed familiar, "What would you recommend?" He asked Saruhai.
Teras had found his way to the briefing room and took up his perch by the wall. Still as a statue as he awaited the details of the coming mission. Between the Reaper and Spectres games and the Warlocks jokes he already had an ill feeling about things to come but perhaps he would be proven wrong. The Scorpion had eluded his sight so far and he was marginally impressed, while the two Fire Dragons seemed level headed enough. Such an odd gathering he had to admit, he missed the Craft World and the order of things as they were. Yet he had been sent here at the bequest of the Seers and he would do his part, much to his dismay.
En'rad was dreaming , his mind wandered through his memory , he was then standing on a battlefield and it was very familiar to him , he then saw five dire avengers fighting at what it seems chaos space marines , and one of the dire avengers was En'rad , he was a beginner , a young ling , a brash arrogant leader back then , always eager for a fight but the fight in front of him would forever change him "blast it , we must retreat now " said one of his team mates , he senses the fear in his voice , " no ,we must hold this position , the craftworld depends on our victory here " bolt shells was all over the ground and the blood of both eldar and chaos space marine has been shed on the area , it was on the final days of a campaign that was waged long ago the Siege of Somorgoth , a planet that held a sacred relic to the eldar , "Damn those chaos minded fools , they shall know Khaine's Wrath now my kin open fire " En'rad squad begin to open fire at the heretics , who are persistent to capture their holy relic , they knew they were outnumbered , but they had to keep fighting for the Craftworld , 'En'rad , we must retreat now or we shall , , , " his words were cut when chaos raptor came and battled them in hand to hand combat , En'rad then blasted one of the raptors with his psychic lightning and gutted down another with his blade End of part 1
